Just mail/email/call/text/WhatsApp/visit me

I can remember as a child getting letters in the mail

It was ever so exciting

A birthday card or maybe a gift

Perhaps a long letter from a distant aunt

As I got older, letters became less exciting

Bills and junk mail filled the mailbox

People hardly ever write letters anymore

Opening the mail has become a chore

Something I do maybe once a week

Standing over the trash can and tossing most letters unopened

The rest are usually bills which have been paid electronically

I can remember the days of answering the phone every time it rang

Back then our landline had no caller ID

There were no robo sales calls in that era

Today I only answer calls from people I know

The rest go to voicemail

I can remember when I got my first personal email account

It was exciting to get the new email alerts

There were no junk emails as only trusted friends had my email address

Then slowly but surely emails became boring

Daily barrages of sales pitches

Malicious emails trying to trick you into virus traps

Today I leave most of my emails unopened and delete them

I can remember when texting was a novelty

No need to make or receive phone calls

Few people want to talk on the phone anymore

Especially if the call is out of the blue

Just send a quick text message

Sorry I will be 15 mins late

Don’t forget to buy milk

Call me please

Then came the group texting messages like WhatsApp

Great for planning a party or an event

But if you don’t keep on top of your texts

You can easily be 50 messages behind the rest of the group

I can remember the excitement of hearing the doorbell ring

Rushing to open the door and say hello

It might be a friend surprising you

That does not happen anymore

Today I check the doorbell App before going to the door

I can see who is there on the doorbell camera

If I don’t know the person, I might just ignore them

So if you really want to see me in person

Write me an old fashioned letter telling me you will be sending an email

In your email let me know you will be calling me on the phone

I probably won’t pickup so leave a voicemail that you will text me

Text me to say when you will sending me a group text

Then send a group text to the whole household

Stating the date and time you will show up at the house

When you arrive please ring our doorbell and talk into the camera

If you are lucky, somebody might just open the door and greet you

Call the word plumber

words of wisdom words of jest

words that make you smile are simply the best

words of happiness words of joy

words of a child with a shiny new toy

words of love words of affection

words you once said but now have no recollection

words of regret words of remorse

words you could have said to avoid the divorce

words are power words can kill

words can stop you running and stand ever so still

words of hatred words of gore

words of politicians inciting war

words are funny words are cool

words can make a dry mouth drool

words are friendly words can hug you

words that wont leave your thoughts will forever bug you

words can go sour words can get ripe

words just spill out of me constantly like water from a broken pipe

The battle to control John’s thoughts

John was something of a rebel in his youth, always challenging things

not blindly agreeing to everything he heard and he was constantly searching for answers

he made an effort to think for himself

holding strong views on many things but willing to listen and learn

as he got older he settled down raising a family and working hard at his job

thinking for himself became a tiring task

without realizing it, he allowed others to do his thinking for him

he only listened to one radio station and watched one TV channel

all his books went unread and he rarely listened to music anymore

John allowed others to inject their thoughts into him

broadcasting and social media became the dirty needles for his news addiction

social media closely tracked John’s browsing habits

adjusting his news feed like the pusher who mixes a cocktail of drugs for a junkie

john happily ate all the words prepared by the media dietitians

he would repeat the same digested words during conversations

his circle of friends dwindled to a few just like him

he only went to bars that had TVs tuned to his favorite channel

politicians who hijack people’s thoughts loved John and those like him

they could easily collect votes without having any real policies or credible manifestos

one day,  John collapsed at work and was rushed to the hospital

he had suffered a massive stroke and his recovery was long and slow

throughout rehab he was totally disconnected from all news media

therapy sessions slowly taught him to speak and walk again

his right side was partly paralyzed and he learned to type with his left hand

the therapist gave him writing tasks and he kept a journal of his recovery

it was exhausting to type even a short sentence at first but John persevered 

John’s mind slowly began to wake up again

he started reading books and magazines and progressed to writing short stories 

after a very long rehab period,  John went home but he did not turn on the TV

he stopped using social media but he read extensively and wrote every day 

his first book was an autobiography

John became a successful author

the politicians who hijack people’s thoughts don’t like John anymore

be it ink or electrons, they both transmit thoughts

I like to get up early and catch the sunrise

its my zen moment where I am alone with just my thoughts

soon after, I am at the computer writing something

which usually goes out electronically within an hour

I wonder if the readers appreciate the freshness of the writing

would something written last week be less appealing because it went stale?

before the age of typewriters and computers, writers wielded pen and ink over parchment

with no delete buttons or autocorrect,  it must have been a slow task to write a letter back then

were those inked writings more interesting to read than todays electronically processed words?

did the fact it took weeks or months to arrive make the writing mature like a fine wine?

treasured letters were carefully wrapped in ribbons stored in a shoe box under the bed

to be retrieved on cold dark winters nights and read again by candle light

I doubt your computer has a file named shoe box for stored writings

its unlikely that you read texts more than a day old

with no crossed out ink on your screen giving clues how hard it was to write

no handwriting style to admire and no wax seal to authenticate

just a sterile text or email to click open

however, the processes of writing and transmission do not matter at all

be it ink pen, letters in the mail, emails, texts or a blog

they all magically place my thoughts inside your mind

Prisoner of silence

I suggested music

Wake up the day

With some cool jazz

Shake to something funky

But she said no

she wanted silence

No sounds

No talking

So I entered the prison of silence

Left my power of speech at the door

Staring at blank walls

Listening only to my thoughts

Trying to understand

Why she banished me here

Sentenced to endure

The emptiness of nothing

Avoiding eye contact

We both recoiled 

Determined not to acknowledge

The other’s existence

It became a contest

A battle of wills

Waiting for the other person

To break the silent spell

Time slowed down

A ticking clock set the rhythm

I started counting

100 ticks and more

I could wait no longer

I pulled her to me

A forced kiss

She melted in my arms

I held her tight

Music filled the room

We danced out of the silent prison

Vowing never to return

When a raging fire of hate words comes your way, extinguish the flames with words of kindness and love

words spewed out like regurgitated food

offensive, unpleasant, insulting, hateful, rude

angry politicians swear and shout to be heard

erupting volcanoes of red hot angry words

words from a platform perched much higher

raining down on you like artillery fire

words fly on missiles laser guided

aimed to keep the world one sided

exploding word bombs of hate and venom abound

no escape from this ear shattering sound

words beamed through space by satellite

enticing distant angry people to take up arms and fight

words are the weapons that start today’s wars

its ironic that history has seen it all before

but gone are the days of mob rallies and war inciting speeches

today’s words of hate are cowardly facebooked and tweeted 

don’t be afraid to respond to all this hate

just give them what they don’t expect, graciously delivered on a plate

unbait the hater’s hook with a tasty worm of kindness dipped in love

throw out your love worm bait with a cast from high above

the haters will bite at anything thrown their way

but once they taste kindness it will be their change day

go into battle with your love and kindness war cry

haters will be thrown off guard by your unexpected reply

they will eventually surrender their weapons of hate

no winners or losers in this love-hate stalemate

embrace your former haters as newly found friends

As you all jump into the love and kindness river that flows but never ends